Haiku Attack!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Thankful I'm alive
and have love in my life, I
could not ask for more.

He was the first one
to go, then her, in pieces.
Then the boy left too.

Hope is on a shelf
next to fear, more dusty, but
so much more useful.

Almost at the end
of this blog, of my thirties,
of so many things.

Backseat in a car
means you're not watching other
ill-equipped drivers.

There's no believing
in another world beyond,
not where I'm standing.

Christmas reminds me
of the racist thing my mom
said to my sister.

What sadness to read
little drops of poetry,
black ink in a well.

The hurt in my heart,
larger, than that of my head
and of my body.

Losing people that
I never had to start with.
Perhaps not the case...

The plane heaved, slipping
from its benign path and death
was all I could see.

Before smart phones, less
intelligent phones roamed the
planet, just thirsting...

I'm pretty certain
I won't be continuuing
this blog in Thirteen.

I am exhausted
from life, but skilled. How tired
must most others be?

Planning a trip plus
traveling takes away all
of the "vacation"

Everybody looks
for answers, reasons, but none
exist for this shit.

When I heard the news,
I reacted as a dad
first and teacher last.

No one place to be.
No better circumstance, just
trying to smile.

He ran through the snow,
his smile as bright, as pure
as his heart, as mine.

I try to have hope,
but life has disappointed.
I have no control.